Is it ink or is it blood?
A map with umpteen places
we've never imagined,
tracing footprints of our
musing existence,
imbued with ink's epitaph
jars full of jiffies,
Moments that are stored along
the blue ocean in black and white,
Is it ink or is it blood?
YOU ARE READING
•UNAVOWED TALES•
PoetryHere's to the whirling thoughts inside a fickle mind, comprising random scribbles and verses in metrical symphony!🌸 // Highest-ranking : #1 in verses #3 in strings #98 in poetry// ^_^
